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Monday, 29 July 2013

Christy Gissendaner - One Hot Knight!

Today, I am thrilled to be hosting my good friend and awesome author Christy Gissendaner...and on her birthday yet! Happy birthday Christy! You know I wish you the very best. :)

And to make things even more special, Christy is here to tell us a bit about her hot new book, One Hot Knight. Take it away, birthday girl!

It’s My Party!

Before
you get carried away with the tunes of Leslie Gore ringing in your ears, let me
preface this by saying No Crying will be allowed. Today is
my…ummm…thirty-somethingth birthday and also marks the first week of my latest
release, One Hot Knight. So today
we’re celebrating the fact that I’m another year young, and The Little Book That Could is spreading
its wings.

It’s been a long journey to get here.
No quips about my age either. (I’m still young at heart.)I’m talking about my journey as a writer. From notebooks filled with the
passionate yearnings of a pre-teen, to steamy novels that make even my cheeks
turn crimson, I’ve spent years at this gig. It’s been a rough ride at times,
but there’s truly no greater joy than having someone read your book and tell
you how much they enjoyed it.

One
Hot Knight is my first book with Entangled Publishing. I ventured out of my
comfort zone, left the nest you could say, to bring this book to life. What
started out as a romp eventually turned into something a bit more serious. Even
though I probably drove my editors bananas, we finally got it out.

Today I’m giving away a special gift
to one lucky commenter. All you have to do to join is comment on this blog (or
any of the others scheduled for today) and be entered into a random drawing.
The winner will be announced tomorrow, so check back to see if you’ve won!

For a list of the tour stop or more
info on my books, please drop by http://christygissendaner.webs.com.
And now, for an extra fun surprise, a teaser excerpt from my latest release.
Enjoy, and happy birthday to me!

Excerpt from One
Hot Knight by Christy Gissendaner, available now at Entangled Publishing,
Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.

She’d
lost her mind.

That
was the only excuse. Why in hell had she agreed to bring Yves home with her for
two weeks? She didn’t even know the man. Not to mention he was cursed with some
ancient voodoo that may or may not morph him back into a canine.

Oh
well. It was much too late for recriminations now. A nine-hundred-year-old
knight had plopped down on the couch in her living room like he owned the
place.

Gripping
the bathroom sink with both hands, Regina leaned forward and studied her
reflection in the mirror. A towel was wrapped turban-style around her damp
hair. Her face was cosmetic-free and glistening from the moisturizing,
age-rejuvenating lotion she’d just rubbed on it.

Was
that another laugh line?

Regina
prodded the side of her eye and grimaced. In one day, she’d gained an entirely
new wrinkle while a centuries-old man resided in her living room as fresh as a
daisy. The world was so unfair! She was twenty-eight and perilously close to
looking thirty, while Yves didn’t look a day over her own age.

Her
gaze dropped to the reflection of her body in the steamed mirror. At least her
body was still pretty decent. Due to the treadmill, she kept in shape as much
as possible. Her breasts could be a bit perkier perhaps, but the rest of her
was okay.

Why
was she even studying her body? She knew what she looked like. Just because she
had an attractive man in her apartment didn’t mean she needed to ogle herself.

It
wasn’t like she was going to jump in bed with him. Yves was her good deed for
the year. She would help him break the curse, and then he was out of there. No
strings. No sad good-byes. Certainly no sex. He was too big, too bold, and too
outspoken. Definitely not her type.

Who
was she kidding? He was everyone’s type.

Something
about the way he moved, the curious gleam in his eyes when he looked at her,
the delicate way he touched her even when he was manhandling her was
intriguing. She practically melted at the memory of how she’d felt pressed up
against him earlier.

“Regina,
get a grip. You can’t be attracted to him.” She wagged a finger at herself in
the mirror.

Her
reflection was no help.

“He’s
just an overgrown ape of a man you can’t wait to be rid of, remember?”

This
time, her reflection turned thoughtful.

“He’s
a dog for goodness sakes! Literally.” The corner of her lips turned down.

The
mirror was cool against her skin as she dropped her forehead against it. “Oh
boy, I’m in trouble.”

Happy Birthday, Christy! Wishing you many Happy Returns. Thanks for sharing One Hot Knight and the giveaway. I have read this book. And it is very good. Hope everyone enjoys it as much as I did. evamillien at gmail dot com